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Monday, September 29, 2014

Seven Seeds of Summer by Chantal Gadoury



Seven Seeds of Summer
Chantal Gadoury

Genre:  YA Paranormal Romance

Publisher:  Waldorf  Press

Date of Publication:  March 15, 2014

ISBN: 1630684775 
ISBN-13: 978-1630684778
ASIN:  B00J1PMYAE

Number of pages:  332
Word Count: 66,420

Cover Artist: Karen Davis and Terri Cooper

Book Description:

Seven Seeds of Summer follows the story of Summer, a college art student who has grown up in a house full of Greek mythology and legends. Summer grew up with a love for the darkest of all Gods: Hades, which caused tension between her and her mother. Summer comes home to Point Judith, Rhode Island, to find a mysterious figure on their family beach. The figure comes to her with questions about a familiar myth of her childhood: of Persephone and Hades. He proceeds to tell her of a new version of the story with a different ending that Summer never knew; an ending that includes herself. 

A trip to Greece leads to tragic twists, leaving Summer in the arms of the strange figure whom she had met before. He takes her on a whirlwind through the busy streets of Athens, to the lowest point of Greece where his lair awaits: The Underworld. Determined to find out the secret of herself and her piece in the story, Summer goes with him, and tries to make herself at home in his world. 

Summer has to decide to follow her heart or follow the same footsteps of the mysterious woman in her past life.


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Excerpt Chapter One

Summer!
I could hear my friend, Maggie shouting my name across campus. There wasnt one person who hadnt heard my name. My cheeks heated with my embarrassment and I slowly turned to see Maggie running toward me. Her brown hair billowing in her face as her loose ponytail fell apart. I caught myself grinning at seeing her dressed in her paint-splotched overalls again. She was always adamant that they were her lucky painting clothes. It was all I ever saw Maggie wear to classes. She advertised artist.” 
Hey Maggie,I murmured, giving her a small smile. I clung to my over sized sketchbook and waited for her to catch her breath. 
Are you going home now? she asked me, pushing her hands on her waist, looking as if it was all she could do to hold herself up, either from the all-nighter that she more than likely had in finishing her project, or the fatigue in wrapping up the semester and packing to go home. I gave her a curt nod and turned my head in the direction of my mother, seeing her stuffing in one of the last boxes from my dorm room into her car. Spring semester was finally over, and I was officially considered a sophomore in college. Thank God. No more annoying freshmanclassification. 
Aw, thats too bad. A bunch of us from Sketch class were going to head over to Rusty's Grill for a goodbye lunch,she said as she pushed her bangs from her face. I noticed her hands were still dirty from painting. I wondered how long she had been in the studio overnight working on the last project of the year the one due this morning. I let out a sigh and shrugged. 
Im sorry, Maggie. My mom and I have a long drive,I glanced over in my mothers direction again. She was standing by the car with her arms folded over her chest, expectantly looking at Maggie and me. I better get going. Im sorry for leaving in such a rush. Ill keep in touch with you over the summer.I lied as best as I could. It was hard to walk away from a person that only wanted to be my friend. I just didnt want any friends. I had spent the entire year in the studio, painting, drawing, painting, and drawing. Lunch and dinners usually consisted of me, alone; grabbing something from the Quick-Fix in the student center and taking it to my dorm room. Usually, that was the only time my roommate saw me. I must have made Rachels life very easy.  
For the next year, I applied for a single, so I could set up my easel and paint into the wee hours of the morning and not have to worry about bothering someone with the stenches of paint, or the tiny trickle of classical music escaping from my computer. 
Who was that?my mother asked me as we climbed into her silver 1990 Honda Accord. 
That was just Maggie,I murmured, pushing my pillow towards my feet as I reached for my seat belt. She was in a few of my art classes with me.I clicked the seat belt into place and pulled the pillow back up into my lap.
You never mentioned a Maggie,my mother said, glancing over her shoulder as she backed out of the parking lot and started to drive toward the exit of the Institute. 
I never had to mention a Maggie,I said, pushing my pillow against the window and leaning on it. I knew what was coming next. My mother was going to tell me how much she wished I had made friends at school, and if I applied myself more, I would be happier. In her mind, not so alone, but I enjoyed being alone, for the most part.  
Honey, I think friends would be something positive in your life. You need friends. You always do everything alone. Every time either your father or I would call you, you were always alone. Always in the studio. Always doing something. You never even tried to be friends with your roommate.” 
You dont know that!I growled and closed my eyes, wanting her to drop it. 
I do know it, Summer. If you just tried hard enough, you could be so much happier. You have so much potential to do so many great things, and meet people. If you don't try hard, you'll never have those opportunities." 
I dont want friends, Mom. I just want my art degree and to move on, get a job and live.” 
But you are living,she argued. What do you think youre doing now? This is life, honey. This is it. We didnt just fork over the money to The New England Art Institute for you to just sit in a studio…” 
I thought you were paying for my education. For my future, to get a great job in something I love to do. Not make friends.” 
We thought this place would open you up, and give you a chance to test your social skills.” 
Ive been evaluated and measured, and ta-dah, I have none,I said improvising one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite movies. 
You dont have to be so negative all the time,my mother sighed, pushing her sunglasses over her eyes. 
I could tell this was going to be a long drive. The New England Art Institute was only an hour away from Point Judith, where we lived in a small house by the ocean. It was probably my favorite place in the whole world. There was nothing but ocean, and sand, and more opportunities to paint quietly. 
Your father is back in Greece,my mother murmured after a few minutes of nothing but the silence and the soft hum of the air conditioner. 
Again?I asked, opening my eyes to glance at her. She nodded, not looking away from the road. He was called out about three days ago. They found something more on the Hades location.” 
Elis?” 
Yes,she said with a grin. Elis.” 
They found something more than rock and rubble?” 
Well, they just asked your father to come out and give his opinion on their recent findings. Im not even sure what exactly they wanted him to look at.” 
Rock and rubble,I finished, lowering my head back down onto my pillow. My family loved anything that had to do with Greek Mythology. Our house was filled with relics, and pictures of relics, statues, and temples. My mother was fascinated by Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. I was sure it was because my mother was in love with the idea of love. She lived for Valentines Day and stories of Cupid, and was fascinated by how love worked in strangers lives. It could have been the fact that she was a psychologist and loved studying people, but I had a feeling the reasons for her fascination delved much deeper than what surfaced. 
There were pictures that littered our fridge and our hallways of my parents in their younger years, posing in front of all sorts of different temples.  I imagine this is where or why my mother began her fascination with the Greek Gods and Goddesses. It must have started out as just an admiration, until she started to pray to them. The only part of her decision to pray to them that bothered her was my growing adoration for Hades through my childhood, into my adolescent years. I had the freedom to explore and learn more about my dark friend, and even at times, prayed to him in the quietness of my mind.
I started at a very young age, after being told of the story of Hades and his love, Persephone. In my eyes, he was the perfect man. I became obsessed with him. 
Do you have to be so morbid?my mother asked me when I told her of my fascination in our kitchen one morning. Cant you choose another God to like?” 
Why should I have to? You can't make fun of me for liking him when you decided against going to church like all the other normal families.I asked, hoping I'd make my point with her. 
Normal is over-rated, honey. Dont be ashamed to be different.” 
Then Ill stick with Hades,I said, giving her a smile. Hes different, and I like him.” 
It could have been the story that I heard growing up as a child. It could have even been the Disney version of Hercules, when Hades was given blue hair that started my admiration for him. I always felt a tug toward him that I couldnt understand. There were several paintings that littered my room, filled with black oil paint and faces that longed for love and daylight. He was something that I had created in my imagination, and I desperately wanted for him to be alive and real.  
But I knew they were only stories. 
Why do you like him so much?my mother asked me one evening when she came into my room and caught me painting his dark face. He was a mix of colors, all washed in water and coal dust. He was my perfect creation. 
I feel like he knows me,I uttered, lost in the painting, washing his eyes with a blue paint that seemed to encase the loneliness that I knew he suffered. In those dark caverns, filled with spirits and doom, I knew that my God wanted to have more than what he already knew. He wanted to taste love and companionship.  When I looked up, I saw my mother giving me a weird look and I knew I needed to explain and find the words to describe the connection that I felt. 
I dont know, Mom. I guess its like that God-human connection people get with Jesus.” 
Jesus and Hades are two very different people, Summer,my mother said in a stern voice. 
Well, yeah. Hades is a God,I said with a smile. 
I dont think your obsession is healthy.” 
Im not obsessed, and Im not worshipping him or anything.” 
What do you call that?She pointed to my painting in front of me. My hands were all black from the watercolor when I glanced at my work. Or that?she said when she pointed to the collection of other paintings leaning against the wall near my bed; my dark love.  
A creative outlet.”  I said with a smile. 
You need to let that go, she said, shaking her head. 
Why do I have to let it go? Hes not a bad person or anything,I argued. 
Hes the God of the Underworld, Summer. Dont you think that classifies him as a bad person?” 
I shook my head and lowered my brush onto my desk and lifted the half-painted drawing to show her. He didnt choose the Underworld, Mom. If you remember right, Zeus took the Universe, Poseidon chose the oceans, and that only left Hades with the Underworld.” 
I already know the story, Summer,she murmured, leaning her body against my door. 
Hes not really a villain at all. Hes just the keeper of souls. Without death, there can be no life.I said, trying to defend him. 
You really need to find a new hobby, Summer. Or a new God to fantasize about.” 
Why should I? Youre the one that worships all of them. I just love one.” 
I dont make my whole life about them.” 
I lowered the painting back down onto my desk and shook my head. Yes, you do. Have you taken a look at our house? Theyre everywhere. You and Dad have made this house into a temple of your own.” 
And youve made your room into a temple for Hades. How do you think that looks to us?She shouted, lifting her hands into her hair. I could tell that she was frustrated and was about to "let me have it." My mother made accusations that she was going to "Let me have it one day." Maybe today would be that day. 
Dad doesnt think that,I argued back.
You dont know what youre father thinks about you.She accused as she closed the door behind her in disgust; her disgust echoed all around me.
I guess that leaves the two of us.I whispered, glancing back down at my painting. 
My dad was more willing to understand. He loved all the Gods loved learning about ancient Greek culture, and mythology. He loved Apollo and Hermes; probably more so because he could relate to what they were Gods of. 
What do you think that says about me?my dad asked one evening, while we were driving back home from one of his Greek artifacts exhibits. We had all been comparing Gods and Goddesses, and I was extra careful not to ruin the conversation with any mention of Hades. 
That you like order and being the middleman to everyone,my mother said with a smile. I saw my father wink at my mother under the orange glow of the highway streetlights. It was true. My dad often played the middleman in between my mother and me in fights. He was usually the only reason why we made up. There had been plenty of nights when my father came into my room and tried to apologize on my mom's behalf, or beckoned me to come to their room to talk to her. He'd sit on the edge of the bed and coax me out with stories of Greece, of his childhood, and sometimes even with stories of the Gods and Goddesses that he claimed no one knew about. I had always suspected that there was more to them then what was written in countless books, and my dad was the only clever man who knew about them. 

My attention snapped back to the present, as I thought of something. Do you know when Dad will be back from Greece?I asked my mom, as she drove past the Welcome to Point Judith,sign.
Point Judith was a small town at the southern-most point of Rhode Island. It was beautiful; the kind of beauty that you find on post cards with tall, white lighthouses and lobster boats. It was a quiet place. The only sounds at night were of dinging bells on the buoys, and the silent waves that crashed onto the white, powdery beaches. I couldnt wait to pull my shoes off and walk around in the cool evening sand.
Hes going to be there for a few more days. Hell be back Wednesday night.It was only Friday. I did the math, counting down the days in my mind. That meant Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday alone with my mom. I anticipated it would be a long couple of days. Days filled with my mom trying to do things with me, while I'd try and escape; searching to do anything but what she'd plan. She liked to go into town and look at other people's gardens. She liked to go to farm festivals, if she could ever find one near the shore, and spend hours looking at their fresh produce and greens, commenting on how well or poor their harvest had been. I'd count the hours on my wristwatch, hoping for some relief in the hours to come. Just as all mothers seemed to do, from what I observed from the few tourists that trekked to Point Judith, and from the high school classmates, my mother was notorious for pulling me around, station to station, talking about my schooling, the things that I was doing, and the things that she hoped I'd do in the coming years. She wanted what was best for me - a good education and a good head on my shoulders to face the world with once I was done with school. I wanted to focus on the few more years I had before I had to face those realities. The only highlight was the promise in the coming days for me: the chance to run away after dinner to the shore, and spend the last few hours of daylight lost in the strokes of my paintbrushes, the colors of the night sky and the images of faces and scenes in my mind. 
What do you want for dinner?my mother eyed the local McDonalds as we slowly drove past it. I already knew she wanted to stop there and eat, and not have to be bothered to cook anything when we got back to the house. She hated to cook. Shed much rather be out in her gardens planting and weeding, than being bothered to take the meat out of the freezer and prepare it and have to plan side dishes and desserts. Shed rather pay for someone else to do it for her. There was a joke that if my father ever died, my mother and I would most likely starve, if there was no such thing as take-out or drive-thrus. 
Dad didnt leave you any TV dinners in the freezer?I asked, amused. She gave me a small smile and shook her head. Ive been eating them for the past two days. I think I could use some real grease in my system.My mother didnt hesitate to make the decision for me. She pulled into the U-Turn lane and went back to her favorite grease-filled fast food stop. 

























About the Author:

Chantal Gadoury is young author who currently lives in a small town in Delaware with her two cats, Theo and Harper and her boyfriend, Robert. Chantal likes anything Disney, plays a mean game of Disney trivia, enjoys painting, and has a interest in British History. Chantal first started writing stories at the age of seven and continues that love of writing today. As a recent college graduate from Susquehanna University, with a degree in Creative Writing, this is her first book. 








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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Block by JA Huss

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Publication Date: September 24, 2014
Novella (115ish pages)
Adult Contemporary Romance

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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

If you were me and live in......by Carole P. Roman

This is a series of different locations around the world.  In each book your child learns about the different ways to say mother/father, popular foods from the area, popular landmark/attraction and school.

I think this books are a great way to introduce your child to different cultures around the world.  There isn't an overload of text and the pictures are great.



Here are all the books in the series:

South Korea

Mexico


France

Norway


Turkey

India

Australia

Kenya

Russia

Portugal


Stay with Me by Jennifer L Armentrout


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We are so pleased to bring you the Release Day Launch for Jennifer L. Armentrout's STAY WITH ME! STAY WITH ME is a New Adult contemporary romance being published by Avon (William Morrow), an imprint of HarperCollins, and is a part of Jennifer’s With You Saga!

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STAY WITH ME TRAILER: EXCERPT: As I lay there, trying to swallow a loud, obnoxious yawn, I remembered something he’d said when we first met, about life being too short. I imagined he had firsthand experience with shortened lives while he was serving. That mentality came from experience. I got that now. Could even understand it, but there was something I didn’t understand. “Why?” I asked. There was a beat. “Why what?” Jax sounded tired, and I should shut up or point out that I was now tired and could sleep, so he could leave. But I didn’t. “Why are you here? You don’t know me and . . .” I trailed off, because there really wasn’t anything left to say. A minute went by, and he hadn’t answered my question, and then I think another minute ticked on, and I was okay with him not answering because maybe he didn’t even know. Or maybe he was just bored and that was why he was here. But then he moved. Jax pressed against my back, and the next breath I took got stuck in my throat. My eyes shot open. The sheet and blanket were between us, but they felt like nothing. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Getting comfortable.” He dropped an arm over my waist, and my entire body jerked against his. “It’s time to sleep I think.” “But—” “You can’t sleep when you talk,” he remarked. “You don’t need to be all up on me,” I pointed out. His answering chuckle stirred the hair along the back of my neck. “Honey, I’m not all up on you.” I freaking begged to differ on that point. I started to wiggle away, but the arm around my waist tightened, holding me in place. “You’re not going anywhere,” he announced casually, as if he wasn’t holding me prisoner in the bed. Okay. The whole prisoner thing might be melodramatic, but he wasn’t letting me up. Not when he was getting all kinds of comfy behind me. Oh my God, this was spooning. Total spooning. I was spooning with an honorary member of the Hot Guy Brigade. Did I wake up in a parallel universe? “Sleep,” he demanded, as if the one word carried that much power. “Go to sleep, Calla.” This time his voice was softer, quieter. “Yeah, it doesn’t work that way, Jax. You have a nice voice, but it doesn’t hold the power to make me sleep on your command.” He chuckled. I rolled my eyes, but the most ridiculous thing ever was the fact that after a couple of minutes, my eyes stayed shut. I . . . I actually settled in against him. With his front pressed to my back, his long legs cradling mine, and his arm snug around my waist, I actually did feel safe. More than that, I felt something else—something I hadn’t felt in years. I felt cared for . . . cherished. Which was the epitome of dumb, because I barely knew him, but feeling that, recognizing what the warm, buzzing feeling was, I fell right asleep.   Stay With Me Teaser 2     STAY WITH ME Synopsis: From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Wait for You and Be with Me comes a daring tale that pushes boundaries . . . At 21, Calla hasn't done a lot of things. She’s never been kissed, never seen the ocean, never gone to an amusement park. But growing up, she witnessed some things no child ever should.   She still carries the physical and emotional scars of living with a strung-out mother, Mona—secrets she keeps from everyone, including her close circle of college friends. But the safe cocoon Calla has carefully built is shattered when she discovers her mom has stolen her college money and run up a huge credit card debt in her name. Now, Calla has to go back to the small town she thought she’d left behind and clean up her mom’s mess again. Of course, when she arrives at her mother’s bar, Mona is nowhere to be found. Instead, six feet of hotness named Jackson James is pouring drinks and keeping the place humming. Sexy and intense, Jaxis in Calla’s business from the moment they meet, giving her a job and helping her search for Mona. And the way he looks at her makes it clear he wants to get horizontal . . . and maybe something more. Before Calla can let him get close, though, she’s got to deal with the pain of the past—and some very bad guys out to mess her up if she doesn't give them her mom.   Stay With Me Teaser 1   Author PhotoJennifer L. Armentrout/J.Lynn Bio: # 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki. Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV. She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.  

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History of Fire by Alexia Purdy

Title: History of Fire 
Author: Alexia Purdy 
Series: A Dark Faerie Tale Series #5 (Spin Off Series #1)
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy 
Publisher: Lyrical Lit. Publishing
Release Date: Sept 15 2014
Edition/Format Available In: eBook & Print 
Blurb/Synopsis:
No one knows the secrets he keeps.
No one knows of the worlds that exist right alongside ours.
Benton is human, but he walks the line between two worlds: the mundane and the supernatural; the commonplace and the extraordinary. As a rare Fire Elemental Warlock, he finds himself in trouble more often than he cares to admit. It doesn’t help that his sister is a Faery Queen of the Summer Seelie Court.
This is Benton’s story as he makes his way between the mortal world and a world where magic reigns. Do you dare follow? Do you dare see what lurks just beyond the edge of perception?
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Alexia currently lives in Las Vegas, Nevada- Sin City! She loves to spend every free moment writing, or playing with her four rambunctious kids. Writing has always been her dream and she has been writing ever since she can remember. She love's creating paranormal fantasy and poetry and loves to read and devour books daily. Alexia also enjoys watching movies, dancing, singing loudly in the car and Italian food.

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“This is yours.” She removed the same sword he’d been entranced with and held it out to him. It looked light enough for Jade to wield it without difficulty. Too light.
“A sword?”
“Not just any sword,” Jade’s eyes twinkled as it slowly lit up when her fingers touched the blade. “It’s an Empyreal blade. Only fire elementals can wield it, and that is only temporary unless you were born to use it.” She held it out to him and encouraged him to take it. “Come on, it won’t burn you.”
“It looks a bit…thin.”
Jade laughed and her smile made him feel foolish for underestimating the power of this slender blade. “It does. But it’s made of the strongest metal ever forged by magic. It will never break, bend or fail you. It is tied to our family by blood. Anyone may use it, but we must return it to the Pyren before each full moon, unless it’s true owner uses it, then he may keep it on his person wherever he goes, until he dies.”
Benton furrowed his brow as he took the blade into his hands. It was light, but felt substantial enough he could swing it about and not feel like it would fly out of his fingers. The grip was cool under his skin and he could feel its energy rumbling through it as it turned into an extension of his own fire power. It was so unexpected to feel it fuse to his aura, he dropped it from the shock it sent him when it latched on and stared at his hands, expecting to see his skin melting off.

It was intact, and not any warmer than before.

My Review: 



This story is a spin-off The Dark Faerie Tales and can be read without ever reading the other books.  This book is about Benton and is place in the faerie world.  His sister Shade is now queen and he is struggling to fit in, in either the human or faerie world.  See Benton isn't half human-half faerie like his sister he is full blooded human and is a fire warlock (totally cool!).

I absolutely loved this story of Benton, he is such a great character and it was awesome learning more about him and how he feels about things.  Alexia is a great author and does well telling the characters stories.  I am a huge fan of The Dark Faerie Tales and I can see that this series is going to be just as amazing!!



Monday, September 22, 2014

Raven by Stacey Rourke


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covergifTitle: Raven
Series: Legends Saga # 2
Author: Stacey Rourke
Audience: NA Paranormal
Genre: Thriller/Suspense
Formats: E-book and Paperback  
Publisher: Anchor Group Publishing
Cover by: Najla Qamber Designs
Editor: Melissa Ringsted
Date Published: Sept 22, 2014











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An infamous love, destined nevermore,
For death could not claim, the enchanting Lenore.
Cursed by the malevolent spirit of the Headless Horseman, Ireland Crane ventures to Manhattan in search of a way to break her soul crushing bond. Instead, she discovers the lines between fact and fiction are blurring once more. Croaking ravens. Telltale hearts. Could the works of Poe be coming to pass with handsome Wall Street Midas Ridley Peolte as their unwilling target?
She walks the Earth, a plague on mankind,
searching for he, her rotted heart doth pine.
Together, the two unknowingly release a dark force death itself could not tame. Surrounded by the unrelenting violence and mayhem they’ve unleashed, Ireland feels her control over the Horseman slipping. Before the beast within consumes her, she and her crew must follow the clues of the dead to right a centuries’ old wrong. Will it be enough to sate the Horseman’s appetite?
Hell hath no fury like a ghoul scorned.


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Clamping her eyes on the wash of tears that threatened, Ireland ignored the wailing of her heart … and laid a palm to each of their cheeks. One lone tear snuck between her lashes at the cascade of tingles seeping up her arms.
“You can’t blame them for not understanding,” a familiar voice drawled behind her.
She spun as he neared, leaving Rip and Noah wheezing for breath—or, more likely, completion of her task.
Techno-colored flowers bloomed in a colorless world each time the sole of Ridley’s shoes met the earth. The crisp cut of his white, tailored suit was accented by a burst of color from the button-down shirt beneath that changed in hue to match the species of flowers that sprung to life. Hydrangeas blue. Orchid purple. Lily fuchsia. Rose coral. As he neared, Ireland noticed his eyes morphed to match as well. The result hypnotic.
His haggard and troubled façade was a thing of the past. The man before her exuded confidence and a zest for life from every pore. The draw of which was so magnetic Ireland had to fight to keep her feet planted while her body insisted she close the distance between them.
“To them this is a thrill, a game of chicken against the Reaper himself.” Ridley paused beside her, his shoulder skimming hers. Even then he didn’t grace her with a glance, his attention fixed on Rip and Noah. Tipping his head toward her, the warmth of his breath teased over her breast bone. “For us, it’s destiny.”
The moment he stepped away from her, the chill of solitude lashed at Ireland’s soul and cut deep. Bending eye-level with her withering subjects, Ridley pursed his rose petal lips to blow a soft, healing breath over both of them. Wan complexions of the dying were ripened to plump apricot. Both men blinked away their disappointment before dipping in a low bow—foreheads to the ground in a show of respect.
“No need for that, boys.” Ridley smoothed the front of his suit coat, a self-depreciating chuckle playing over his lips.
Neither humbled servant budged.
“You’re like me?” Pacing in a slow circle around him, Ireland’s eye narrowed.
He matched her steps, leading them in an intimate waltz normally reserved for predators—or lovers.
“Like you?” He tsked. “Oh no, my darling flower. There is no other like you. Our only similarity is being pawns in a game that began centuries before either of our fathers got an amorous gleam in their eyes.”
Ireland’s gaze lingered over the soft curve of his mouth, wondering if his lips could possibly taste as delectable as they looked. “How do we play?”
Curling one finger into a ruffled tuft of her skirt, Ridley pulled her to him. Bowing his head, he brushed his cheek over the delicate curve of her collarbone. “The game is already in motion,” he murmured. “The rule sheet not meant for our eyes. All we can do now is stay alive.” 
Ireland weaved her fingers into his hair, yanking his head back with a passion driven force that bordered on violent. “I’ve taken lives. I’m a monster,” she snarled against his lips, tormenting them both with the agonizing veil of energy that denied their touch.
His hand snaked up her arm to find her fingers and loosen her grasp. Palm to palm. Fingers entwined with fingers. “Does granting it make me any better?”
Ridley didn’t give her time to answer. With one hand pressed to the small of her back he crushed her to him.  Their lips met with a desperate urgency that caused Heaven and Earth to quake in nervous anticipation of what was coming … 
 
 
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Title: Crane
Series: Legends Saga # 1
Author: Stacey Rourke
Genre: NA paranormal 
Date Published: May 26, 2014
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The Horseman is unending,
his presence shan’t lessen.
If you break the curse,
you become the legend.
Washington Irving and Rip Van Winkle had no choice but to cover up the deadly truth behind Ichabod Crane’s disappearance. Centuries later, a Crane returns to Sleepy Hollow awakening macabre secrets once believed to be buried deep.
What if the monster that spawned the legend lived within you?
Now, Ireland Crane, reeling from a break-up and seeking a fresh start, must rely on the newly awakened Rip Van Winkle to discover the key to channeling the darkness swirling within her. Bodies are piling high and Ireland is the only one that can save Sleepy Hollow by embracing her own damning curse.
But is anyone truly safe when the Horseman rides?


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authorgifThe Gryphon Series is written by Stacey Rourke. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant, drooly dogs. Stacey loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head. She is currently hard at work on the continuations of this series as well as other literary projects. The Gryphon Series is available wherever fine books are sold.
Contact Info: Visit the author at www.staceyrourke.com
Twitter @Rourkewrites
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